Nayan's fingers tapped lightly on the stone table.
Heart weighed for a long time.
Then, his eyes were fixed on a poem book lying next to him.
That was written by Song Zhi!
He hasn't had time to look.
He picked it up and turned a few pages.
His eyes were full of admiration.
What a great poem!
Nayan has been fighting all year round. To put it bluntly, he is a military general with the title of a prince. He knows a little bit about poetry and poetry, but he is not very proficient, but even ordinary people can see the poems written by Song Zhi. Really good.
No one dares to be the first in the world.
His articulated fingers gently rubbed the paper, beating drums in his heart. The guard on the side leaned slightly and said, "Song Zhi has written a lot of poems before, and he is a famous scholar in Yiwu. Many children of rich families are eager to make friends with him. He is indifferent to fame and fortune, and he is also very gentle and not good at talking! But Five years ago, I suddenly stopped writing poetry and went to show people
Writing for a troupe for a living, in the past few years, life has been very difficult! The good reputation is gone, and I don't know the reason recently, I suddenly figured it out, and decided to come to Gaoding to participate in the meeting. "
Hearing these words, the frown deepened.
He said, "Why did you suddenly stop writing poetry?"
"No one knows why, and he never said it."
"Oh? It seems to be a person with a story." That extended a bit of interest.
Guard: "My lord, do you want to... invite him over?"
ask.
Na Yan put down the poetry book in his hand and looked at Song Zhi again through the veil in front of him.
After a half silence.
"Um."
The guards left the pavilion and walked towards Song Zhi.
Song Zhi didn't know it until the man came to his side.
"Song son, my son is affectionate."
"Um?"
"Please move to the booth."
Song Zhiben was drinking a cup of tea, and was a little stunned at the moment.
His eyes turned towards the pavilion.
Then asked: "Who is your son...?"
"You will naturally know when you go."
Song Zhi would never refuse anyone, so he agreed.
Follow the guards!
As everyone knows, those officials began to discuss behind him.
Someone said: "I heard that the person in the pavilion is the initiator of this Wenqiao Lantern Festival."
"I heard that too, that's a big man."
"Isn't it! It must be a lot of money to invite so many writers and wealthy aristocrats here."
"Do you know who it is?"
Everyone shook their heads: "I don't know."
Another humane said: "You said, why was the poor scholar invited over?"
"Thinking about it, it was the big man who saw him."
"What a man of destiny."
Everyone was envious.
After all, a person who can be invited to the pavilion by a big man is like stepping into the door of wealth with one foot.
Fortunately, that boy Song Zhi had a good life!
Yuan Jiang, who had been sitting next to Song Zhi, stared at Song Zhi's back with jealousy and envy in his eyes.
I thought to myself, this person named Song Zhi is really not easy!
Song Zhi followed the guards to the pavilion and stood outside for a while.
This goes in.
Although he had never formally met Nayan, he recognized it.
Seeing that the big man sitting inside turned out to be the second prince, he was stunned.
Respond as soon as possible.
Hurry up and salute.
"See the second prince."
Nayan looked at him with admiration.
"Young Master Song doesn't need to be polite, sit down."
"Don't dare."
"Could it be that you don't sell this king's face."
"No... no."
"If not, please take a seat." Na Yan was full of enthusiasm.
Song Zhi was a little nervous in his heart, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes again, so he sat down in response.
Na Yan smiled and poured him a cup of hot tea.
pushed to the front.
"I thought Young Master Song was busy with other affairs, so he won't be here today."
Song Zhi: "It is a blessing for Song to be able to make friends with many talented people here. If I have such an opportunity, of course I want to come."
This kid is a lot smoother.
It was obvious that he was still tangled to death before!
Na Yan smiled: "Last time at the Poetry Conference in Tongyu Pavilion, Song Gongzi confronted Xue He's poems in public. This king really opened his eyes, but he didn't know that there are such talented people in Gaoding City. ."
Um
Song Zhi cautiously raised his eyes to look at the second prince on the opposite side, and asked, "The prince also knows about this?"
"Of course I do! I'm afraid Young Master Song still doesn't know that the Tongyu Pavilion Poetry Festival held every three years is actually organized by this king."
"… what?"
Song Zhi was really surprised.
But also expected.
Na Yan said: "This king has always been cherishing talents, and the reason why he held the poetry festival is to hope that many talented scholars of the current division will gather to discuss, after all, many of you will be the leaders of the future court. "
Song Zhi shyly said, "I dare not dare."
"How is Song Gongzi's talent? This king looks at you and admires you very much! If this king gives you a chance to become a student in my mansion, would you be willing?"
Forehead
Song Zhi's pupils suddenly enlarged.
This was something he never imagined.
It is the dream of all students to be able to enter the palace as a student.
Because this is equivalent to stepping into the top three with one foot.
Such a great opportunity, only a fool would give up.
But Song Zhi, who has always been different, seemed to be tangled.
Maybe he is the one and only fool!
He only wanted to be an honest official, a pure-hearted official with few desires.
Do what you have to do!
Do what you have to do!
Do not participate in party disputes, do not participate in war of words.
But once he became a student of the Second Prince's Mansion, he was equal to participating in the fierce party struggle between the Second Prince and the Third Prince. As a person who only knew how to study hard, how could he play intrigue? Uncertainly just opened his mouth and died.
That can't be done!
But rejecting the favor of the second prince is equivalent to digging one's own grave.
That doesn't work either!
Neither left or right, but the honest man Song Zhi was stumped.
How to do this now
He struggled for a while, but couldn't utter a word.
Seeing that he was in a dilemma, Na Yan really didn't want to force him.
Then he said, "Young Master Song doesn't have to answer this king now, you can go back and think about it."
Twisted melons are never sweet.
Na Yan understands this truth!
Song Zhi was also relieved, and naturally he didn't wait any longer.
He backed out hastily.
When he left the pavilion, he was very uneasy and completely lost his mind.
I just feel sweat on my forehead and palms!
When returning to the promenade, he accidentally bumped into someone because he was absent-minded.
"Sorry." He bowed slightly.
Apologize quickly.
The man didn't care at all, his face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, and he sat down in an empty seat.
Song Zhi stared at him for a while, and saw that he was wearing a Confucian shirt and a hat.
Gives a feeling that no one is allowed to enter! And this person... Isn't that the man with calluses on his palm that Ji Yunshu ran into on the stairs of the inn before!